O far-wandering Dionysos, descend
from your verdant sanctuary on Mount Zion,
crying out to those who inhabit the history-rich
land of holy Israēl, and those who are scattered
far and wide, with hearts full of emptiness and longing,
in their places of suffering and exile. You who establish
your precious vines in the soil of every place,
seek them out, guide them home, and teach them
songs of rejoicing in whatever tongue they speak.
Where there is division, awaken understanding.
Where there is privation, sow the seed of renewal.
Where there is fear, loosen its grip with gentle clarity.
Teach a piety that does not exclude, a law that does not harm,
a celebration that invites all life to the dance that frees.
O Liberator, you who have cast down Legiōn the confounder,
and broken the chains of Choronzon the oppressor,
continue to work wonders, and fill the hearts of all
who call upon you with dignity, justice, and peace,
and guide them back to the perfect way of their ancestors,
and the soil in which it blossomed, O ivy-crowned King.